Chapter 417: 3. The Son of the Black Panther

For some reason, a large number of users suddenly cannot open the web page to visit this site today. Please book friends to remember the domain name EbookFREE.me (the first letter of literature + org dot com, EbookFREE.me) to find the way home!
On the runway of JFK, on ​​the gangway of this oversized, ultra-luxurious black private jet, Ms. Ororo's fiance is waiting for her guests.
He is a handsome young black man.
He wore a slightly weird black robe, which was pure black, similar to a dress-like robe, with some incomprehensible patterns on it, but it fits well, and it looks like a suit after wearing it.
He also wore a pair of leather sandals, much like the "royal sandals" worn by nobles in ancient Egypt.
His hair was short and short, and with black eyes, he looked very capable. With his hands behind his back, he waited for a few guests to walk up the ramp with a gentle but serious attitude.
"Hello, my name is Techara."
After everyone walked up the ramp platform, this young man who was somewhat similar to Eric said to Eric very easy-going:
"I am the son of Black Panther Techaka. In theory, you should call my brother."
Eric looked at the outstretched hand of the Black Panther in front of him. He hesitated, and then reached out to hold the hand. He said to Techara, who was smiling in front of him:
"Hello, Techara, my name is Eric...son of Nchob."
"Prince Nchob was a cousin who grew up with my father. The relationship between them is very good. For Uncle Nchob's unfortunate encounter..."
A sorrow flashed on Techara's face. He patted Eric on the shoulder. He said:
"I regret that."
"You never told me before that the man who was buried under the courtesy of the prince had a son."
Beside Merlin, Ororo said unhappy to Techara:
"If it weren't for Merlin to come to the door, I would still be in the dark, Techara, why are you hiding this?"
"Because it's not a good thing, my Ororo."
Now in his 20s, Techa, who is slightly older than Eric, stretched his hand to hold Ororo's slim waist. His gentle highness Prince explained softly:
"The matter of Uncle Nchob is related to the differences within the royal family. The differences have a long history. As princes and future queens, we should not intervene. In fact, I also just knew the existence of Eric."
Techara glanced at Merlin, he said:
"My father concealed Eric’s existence from the whole kingdom. He let a Wakanda bloodline remain in the outside world. Regardless of his life or death, this is not like my father’s style of acting. I don’t know why he did it. ."
"So maybe we can ask His Majesty the King."
Merlin interjected and said:
"I am Eric's guardian, Merlin Riley"
He stretched his hand on Techa and said frankly:
"I believe Ms. Ororo has told you my identity, Your Highness Prince, I am a secret agent. But this trip is not an official business, it is my personal business."
"Hello, Mr. Merlin."
Techa stretched his hand and held it with Merlin. He said to Merlin with a vigilant but polite tone:
"Wakanda welcomes all guests who are recognized by us. Since Ororo recommended you to me, it proves that she trusts you, and as her fiancé, I will trust you as much as she does."
"We will take off soon."
His prince glanced at the surrounding landscape, he said:
"The rest will be a long journey, but I have prepared a comfortable room for you, delicious food and fine wine that suits your taste. If you are too tired, there is a jacuzzi and a professional masseur on the plane."
He glanced at the clothes of Merlin and Eric, and he said:
"And, after taking off, you still need the tailor to help you make a Vakanda dress, and your hair also needs to be taken care of, especially your unique cultural form of Eric, dirty braids, in Wakanda's domestic acceptance is not high..."
His Royal Highness led the two guests into his luxurious cabin like a palace. He said to Merlin and Eric:
"Although this may seem cumbersome, these are all necessary if you want to meet my father."
"Techara was right."
Ororo took off the sun hat and sunglasses, and she turned back to Merlin and Eric:
"Wakanda, despite its advanced technology, is still a feudal country...I actually don't like to stay there very much, it can be very depressing, but it is my hometown after all."
"I can understand."
Merlin nodded, he said:
"The diversity of civilizations, I don't have any opinions."
He glanced at Eric and he said:
"He will not have any opinions."
"That's good."
Techara, a handsome African, smiled and showed two rows of white teeth. He clapped his hands. Several servants walked out with a variety of food and drinks, and soon filled the table. Food.
Two women in robes also approached Merlin and Eric, measuring their bodies with a tape measure.
"Have some food first."
Techara made a "please" gesture to others, he said:
"This is a very long journey. Maybe, we can share each other's stories."
—
Direct flight from New York to Africa is indeed a long journey, and Techara's plane is flying fast and stable. This plane is extremely large, like a moving palace.
Its interior decoration is very high-end, but it is not tacky.
His prince, Tzalah, obviously has a very profound aesthetic. He designed elegant decoration for his aircraft. Around the aircraft hall, there are some ornamental plants placed in glass cabinets.
"This kind of hand is very interesting."
His Royal Highness was sitting on the sofa, playing Quint with Merlin. The rules of this hand are simple and easy to get started. After a few rounds, the prince entered the state.
He dropped a card and said to Merlin:
"I heard Ororo say you are a demon hunter?"
"Correct."
Merlin also drew a card and threw it on the table. He took out his wolf head pendant from the lining of his clothes and said to Techara:
"But I'm not the typical demon hunter."
"You may not know, Mr. Merlin."
Techara said with interest:
"In fact, in Africa, there were once the inheritance of the demon hunter. Of course, we would call this profession "the demon samurai". For a long time after the darkness of the European Middle Ages was ended, those dark aliens have shifted. In the more remote and conservative interior of Africa, the demon hunters also followed."
Looking at the wolf head pendant on Merlin's neck, he said:
"Until I was born, in some very remote forests or swamps, there were also aliens. When I was a kid, I had seen my father hire a demon hunter to remove the aliens that hurt the people, but their pendants and yours Not the same. Their pendant is a raptor. They use toxins, fight with crossbows, and use various magical potions."
"Oh, that should be the Devil Hunter of the Flying Lion School."
Merlin says:
"They are a very rare inheritance among demon hunters. They are the wise men among demon hunters. At present, there are very few sights of flying lion hunters in Europe. But according to you, Techara Your Royal Highness, the Flying Lion School should have migrated to Africa as a whole...and passed on here. Well, this is unexpectedly good news."
After Merlin finished speaking, he glanced at the board and dropped the last weather card, reducing the field attack of Techara’s carefully arranged rear siege units to 1, which gave the original advantage. Techara was turned over in an instant.
"I won."
Merlin put his hand on the table and he said to Techara:
"From a beginner's perspective, you played well, His Royal Highness."
"Ok."
The son of the Black Panther shrugged. He put his hand on the table and said to Merlin:
"This Demon Hunter game is very interesting."
He didn't mean to play. After generously conceding defeat, he waved his fingers and stood beside him since just now. The stern, bald woman in a red robe turned around and turned away from the aircraft's storage cabinet Take out a box and hand it to His Royal Highness.
Techara put the box on the table and pushed it to Merlin. He said:
"This is the spoils you won from me, please don't quit."
Merlin glanced at Techara, and then the serious warrior. The warrior reminded him of the fierce Wakanda warrior in 1992. Their faces were somewhat similar.
He reached out and opened the wooden box in front of him.
There is a silver long sword in the style of a half-handed sword. The handguard uses the simplest and most classic cross type. The blade is simple and simple, but it has a different kind of beauty.
Merlin reached out his hand and touched the blade of the long sword. The cold sharpness made him nod slightly.
More important is the material of this sword.
Pure gold production...
If Lingdie saw this sword, she would be crazy.
"What does it mean?"
Merlin did not accept the sword calmly. He looked up and looked at Techara. He pushed his glasses and asked:
"Although you are your high prince, although Vakanda is rich in gold, I don't think you will be generous enough to randomly lose a treasure worth at least 100 million as a bet."
"Tell me, Prince Techara, what do you want to say? Or, what do you want me to do for you?"
"This is a reward."
Techara took the juice from the servant. He leaned on the sofa and raised a glass to Merlin. He said:
"From my personal reward, I heard from Ororo that you and Eric were in the past. It was you who brought Eric as a child to his present state, and you protect him like a father. You Let him read, not let him go the wrong way, let him become an excellent researcher, give him a new life, a new life."
The prince sighed, he said:
"This was supposed to be something we were going to do, but we failed to do it. My father left my young cousin cruelly and let him die on his own... This is wrong, but fortunately, You, Mr. Merlin, your appearance gives us a chance to atone."
"The blood of the royal family of Wakanda is difficult. I only have one younger sister, and now, I have a younger brother."
There is undisguised joy in Techara's eyes. The gentle and kind prince said:
"Just a suitable weapon is not enough to express my gratitude. After meeting my father, I will send my thanks again."
"no need."
After listening to Techara's explanation, Merlin nodded, took the heavy hand and half the sword, and in the magic shine, the sword was put back into his pocket. He said to the prince in front of him:
"This is enough, and, I adopted Eric at first, not for any reward, but because the child saved me..."
Speaking of which, Merlin glanced at the female warrior standing beside the prince, he said:
"I have also been helped by Wakanda. This lady, I don't know. Do you know a female warrior named Okay?"
Hearing the name, the indifferent female warrior finally changed her expression. She glanced at Merlin and said in a cold voice:
"Okey is my sister...my name is Okna."
"So it turns out."
Merlin nodded and said to Techara and Okna in front of him:
"If it weren’t for Ms. Okye to get the time for me, I wouldn’t be able to get a chance to fight back in that battle in 1992. Ms. Okna, your sister is a real warrior, she’s all dead Maintaining her own glory, she died for the Black Panther's mission. Perhaps in your opinion, this is a rare glory, but unfortunately, I was not able to save her at that time."
"No need to apologize, Mr. Merlin."
Okna said expressionlessly:
"The Dolomiti Guard is Black Panther's most loyal claw. My sister died for her mission. This is not an unacceptable ending."
"Mr. Merlin, I have another personal request."
After the exchange between Merlin and Okna ended, Techara sat up straight and said to Merlin:
"I want to know what happened on the night of 1992... why my father would suddenly appear in a North American city, and why would he send the Doramid Guard to hunt down a murderer? The most important thing is why Leave my cousin?"
This question made Merlin hesitate. He glanced at the closed door in front of him. Eric should still be cleaning his face.
He sighed and said to Techara:
"Because your uncle made a mistake."
"Prince Nchob was planning a dangerous thing at the time. He and Ulysses Crowe stole a batch of Zhenjin from Vakanda. Your father came to question him."
"Unfortunately, the question between the brothers was finally interrupted. Your father asked Njob to go back to Vakanda for trial, probably wanting to save him for a life, but the Hydra Killer who has been tracking me has launched. The attack, Prince Njob was involved."
"As for Okay, it should have been sent by the Black Panther to revenge after Prince Nchob died."
"So it turns out!"
Techara frowned, this fact exceeded his guess, but it was reasonable.
After a moment, he looked at Merlin, and he said:
"Then did you tell Eric this fact?"
"He knows some."
Merlin says:
"But I don't think this should be the case for me... your father, Black Panther, should explain it to him..."
"After all, it is the internal affairs of your Wakanda royal family."
"Ok."
Techara nodded, he said:
"Your considerations are correct, Mr. Merlin, indeed... this matter really has to be explained by my father, and I would also like to know why he did such a thing..."
The prince turned to look at the dawn outside the window, he said:
"5 hours left..."
"All the truth will be revealed."
If you like the shadow trajectory of Meiman World, please collect it: (EbookFREE.me) The shadow trajectory of Meiman World has the fastest literature update.